After Ron had left, not far from where he had been fighting, the air suddenly rippled like water, and then a young man in a white robe appeared there. He had witnessed the entire battle just now, and his eyes flashed as he said, "I had thought that this Ron would be killed, but I did not expect that the ones to die would be those from the four large family clans. He is not even 20 years old yet and already has such strength, and also has a gold-tier magical weapon and a platinum-tier defensive equipment. It seems that there is also an explosive type of magical power. Has such strength really been nurtured by a lousy family clan?"
As the white-robed youth spoke, he walked to the place where the battle had taken place. He looked at the four corpses and said disdainfully, "Hmph, what dogsh*t four great clans of the Holy Light City." Then, he drifted away.
